Gbeti gaius Kafui
Slave of the truth
Now am a slave because of the truth.
The truth on which everybody can trace their root.
Now everybody is against me.
Because i chose to serve you, they plan to meet me boot to boot.
And tooth for a tooth.
Everybody hates me.
I never mind cos i know that is what its gonna be.
At times many forget their source of healing.they forget their source of liberty and they forget their source of laughter.
I know mine and i know its from you.
If i may ask, where do you get yours from?
Let them crucify me.
Let them do as they wish because i chose to serve you.
I know am on the right side.
Am on the side of the known truth kept as secrete by men of stone and iron hearts.
The known secret is love.
Based on it the world was created.
Let love one another.
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